knocking at locked doors holds nothing for you now


i no longer need to knock at locked doors
they hold nothing for me now
and the scars on my once-bandaged and bloodied hands
have healed nicely
(thanks for asking)

i walk with honor through arched openings
into the waiting arms of gracious invitations i stride
smiles greet me, borne aloft by the weightlessness of opening hearts
what took you so long?
(the universal echo seeks no answer)

i’m done working, striving, hoping, wishing
waiting to be shown the unmistakable revelation
i held hands with a small angel yesterday
tasted heaven on my tongue
a gentleman lightly grazed my shoulder
(his humanity nearly brought me to my knees)

i no longer need to be an a-student in the classroom of life
it is now enough to live life for its own sake
to embrace beauty absent the trappings of humdrum interpretation,
open my mouth so that infusions of truth and wisdom might slip out
undressed, unannounced
(their unimportance flashed nakedly on the sky)

you need no longer be blinded by veils blocking your way
look again! an evaporative splendor passes before your eyes
(what’s behind it matters little)
the point is you can see everything you have resisted seeing before
the limitless landscape will whisk your breath from your body
and in a scant moment will return it
with a radiance you once believed was intended for others, not you

your lessons are not mine
though each of us carries overlapping intention,
souls linked in a venn diagram of divinity, hungering to awaken
to step up and hit our marks with a footfall of impeccability
and grace’s whisper licking at our ears

if you do not see the locked doors crumbling about
gates lying akimbo
you might choose to look differently
leave your fear in the corner and step on through

knocking at locked doors holds nothing for you now
settling for so little so long
is so yesterday

10 comments

  1. Julie

    Just found your blog this morning…what moving poetry. I am passing your blog on to my favorite people who will be buoyed up by your words. With gratitude…

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    • Greg

      I am one of the graciously dubbed faves steered here by love, and have immensly enjoyed your deep insights into life, done with a beauty and wisdom that transcends the ages. I have now read 3 poems, and I want to read all the rest, even some books. The apropo timing of your words, strikes a chord that will help many resonate to a higher and lighter vibe. This work is already making a difference on this planet. Thanks dear Julie and Rachel.

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  2. Ben,
    When I go for longish periods without new poetry coming forth, I sometimes wonder if everyone has simply turned and walked away. So grateful for your patience and your always-sweet responses! (((( ))))

    Julie,
    Curious to know what led you here. As it happens, I have an interesting connection with some long-time and current Ashlanders — and my daughter is currently a Duck. Blessings to you, friend…

    Greg,
    Easy to see why you are among Julie’s favorite beings! Your precious words offer up great joy to my heart and spirit — and are, of course, exactly what I need to hear right now. I do hope you’ll read many, many more poems, none of which have yet made it into book form, though I feel eminently ready for that next leap.

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    • Greg

      Rachel,
      Your response sent a wave of sheer joy through my being, which is a clue from the angels that this is very GOOD. I would love to own a book of this masterful inspiration. You are beyond ready, and very able. Thanks again for sharing.

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  3. Julie

    Rachel, I do not know how I found your site…magnetism is my best answer. I would LOVE to own Knocking… and …timid hearts in poster form!! Funny about your Ashland connection–amazing how small the world is. My daughter is a stone’s throw from Duckville at Portland State. She’s a writer whose soul pours onto the page as well. Perhaps that’s why I have such an affinity for your gift. Thanks for sharing your beauty with the world!

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  4. Surfing the waves of the web I am pleasantly stranded in this beautiful blog.

    I write under the pseudonym of Josè Pascal (a descendant of the great Colonel Aureliano Buendía).

    I invite you to visit my italianglish writing blog http://parolesemplici.wordpress.com/mytinbox/. I define this blog “In parole Semplici” as a “virtuacultural tin” box where they are guarded thoughts, memories, images, sounds, and simple stories. ”

    If you want to participate and to have more informations send me a letter to inparolesemplici@gmail.com

    Good life and I hope to soon
    Josè

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  5. Jo

    I love this writing! It’s different, victorious! Your writing always, always aligns with where I am. I stopped being surprised long ago…. I remain ever grateful. you have a way of telling me my own life story and i always, always need it when you do.

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  6. Julie, Jose, and Jo,

    Ah! The holy triad of J! You have each added a glorious dollop of Joy to Be Whole Now and have tickled me to the core. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

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